Am Not Worth Much - Poem by Zvikomborero Chirema
Worry not dear, I am not worth much
For you to fear, to try to please
A ruler of this kingdom, what value is such?
A simple man am I, after only thine heart.
For the man came before the king
Surely the king is but just a man
Is your heart the king's subject?
Tell me I adjure, the man prevailed!
Wealth enough to buy these lands is mine
Yet whose heart can these riches buy?
A king for the subjects, a man for your heart
Assure me dear, I am not worth much.
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